Brandi Carlile – Sugartooth (Guitar)

   E
He wasn't really known for breaking the rules

                        E7            A
When he arrived in the second year of my high school

   E
He wasn't so much of a twist of fate

       B
As a short turn up from a Southern state

        E
He was born with a sweet tooth he couldn't beat

                      E7        A
Always trying to find himself something sweet

E
All that he found was a trouble and me

          B
Or maybe trouble just found him

       E
It was hard to hide that his heart had scars

                      E7         A
He would stay up late talking to the stars

       E
People tried to blame him for making bad choices

     B
When he was only listening to the voices

    E
And looking for some kind of deeper truth

                           E7         A
Between the lines and the bible and living proof

            E
Ah, there's no point now to judge him in vain

        B
If you haven't been there, you don't know the pain

E
He was a liar, but not a fraud

B                       E
Living proof that there was no God

A
 Just the Devil, stiff as a rod

  B          A       E
A slave to a sugartooth

    E
His life became more than he could take

               E7        A
He found a bad habit he couldn't break

    E
And nothing could tame him and nothing could hold him

   B
He only took the pills when the doctor told him

    E
And looking too hard for that something sweet

                 E7          A
To make his life feel less incomplete

    E
Oh, what in the hell are you gonna do

         B
When the world has made its mind up about you?

E
He was a liar, but not a fraud

B                       E
Living proof that there was no God

A
 Just the Devil, stiff as a rod

  B          A       E
A slave to a sugartooth

   C#m
He wanted to be a better man

           B                       E
Then life kicked him down like an old tin can

A
 He would give you the shirt on his back

   B         A       E
If not for a sugartooth

     E
They found him lying on his bed

                   E7           A
With a gun in his hand and a quiet head

    E
His broken heart, now, is finally gone

      B
But I know that he had to hurt for too long

   E
To think he had fought it all on his own

                    E7           A
Just to lose the battle and die alone

      E
After so many years of feeling lost

    B               A    B     E
He finally made his way back home

      E
And I heard they put what was left in a box

                  E7           A
And took it to a place called Jesus Rock

E
Scattered him over the jagged mound

      B
As a symbol to all that the piece had been found

    E
But not for a son who's left behind

                  E7            A
With a hand stuck reaching back in time

     E
To a place in which you can never unwind

           B
I hope you found something so sweet

E
He was a liar, but not a fraud

B                       E
Living proof that there was no God

A
 Just the Devil, stiff as a rod

  B          A       E
A slave to a sugartooth

   C#m
He wanted to be a better man

          B                       E
But life kicked him down like an old tin can

A
 He would give you the shirt on his back

   B         A       E
If not for a sugartooth

E       E7  A    E       B         A       E
Ooh, oo-oh, ooh, ooh, a slave to a sugartooth

E       E7  A    E       B         A       E
Ooh, oo-oh, ooh, ooh, a slave to a sugartooth

E       E7  A    E       B         A       E
Ooh, oo-oh, ooh, ooh, a slave to a sugartooth

E       E7  A    E       B         A       E
Ooh, oo-oh, ooh, ooh, a slave to a sugartooth